Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.